Dua Lipa: New music. New Rules

Dua Lipa has written the perfect response to those late night drunk texts and phone calls from your exes! I have to admit that anytime I feel tempted
I find myself blasting this song.

Mail Order Ambien You got my attention, Dua.. And I’m taking notes.

“One: Don’t pick up the phone

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Never enough: Addicted to love with the wrong one

Buy Xanax Pills Private schools and beautiful vacations, big parties and expensive gifts, custom made homes and over the top holidays together, but no relationship whatsoever to show for it.

Poor little rich girl.

I knew nothing about struggle or bills. I didn’t even understand the concept of money until I married a man who didn’t have it. I grew up never having chores, learning to cook or doing my own laundry. Everything was already done for me before it was even a thought to ask. When things would break, they’d be replaced or fixed immediately and I wanted for nothing.

http://kurtlancaster.com/tag/mallory-square My first car was a graduation gift I didn’t earn or ask for, but it was given to me without rules or stipulations. I didn’t pay for insurance or maintenance because it was taken care of for me. When I got my first checking account money was put into in and when I’d overdraft my account, it got paid off. I didn’t feel entitled, but I knew I had advantages growing up that other children didn’t. I can’t remember wanting something that I didn’t eventually get.

Each year I was given money to buy a new wardrobe and shoes, even when I didn’t need them. College and books were paid for, even though I’d often ditch to be with whatever boy I had interest in at the time. I didn’t really understand repercussions and consequences because I never was forced to pay them. I had everything I wanted and more, but I was so emotionally empty on the inside. I know from the outside looking in, I had it all and in many ways I did but no one knew at what cost. Everything comes with a price.

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http://littlemountainproject.com/tag/social-media/ The flip side to such a comfortable lifestyle was never really getting to know my father. Some had absentee fathers physically, but mine was absent in the emotional sense. He worked long hours, leaving for work before we woke and getting back long after we’d already gone to bed. My father didn’t invest time in me or try to get to know me, because his focus was on work. It didn’t stop me from wanting his love, affection and praise, that sadly even up until this day he’s never given me. I supposedly was the fruit of his love, but his actions or lack thereof, seem to state the opposite.

http://wherewaterfalls.com/the-cottage-jamboree/ At the age of fourteen, my father decided to divulge many secrets about his past that rocked the entire foundation I once stood on. My father told us he had an illegitimate child we never knew of, had dealt drugs, suffered from every addiction you could think of, attempted to commit Suicide, was a known womanizer and had a violent past. The truth was my father had once been a monster and was nothing like the innocent poverty stricken child he had led us to believe. Everything my father hated he had been, and every form of judgment he passed down, he himself was guilty of. It left me feeling deceived and unable to fully trust anyone anymore. I couldn’t justify my fathers absence and lies, and after learning the truth about him, I came to understand some things about myself.

Buy Loose Valium I could forgive a plethora of sins committed before me or done to me, but I could never forgive someone who repeatedly lied to me. I was hurt, confused and irate for many years following his confession. I also came to discover how other men I’d admired, loved and respected had done similar things in their past as well. It left me wondering if all men were really monsters at their core, or if all they really needed was saving. That mentality planted in me as a child caused me to look at every man and question the very same thing over and over again; is he a monster or is he a good man?

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http://linenbeauty.com/category/a-simple-path-series/feed I developed a painful addiction of loving the wrong kinds of men. Through trial and error I learned that knowing something and feeling something are two entirely different things when it comes to love. I guess I always wanted to be the inspiration for change in another persons life and by healing others I thought maybe I could heal myself. I was still trying to come to terms with all the issues I never addressed as a child. I was the girl that wanted the time and not the diamond watch. I wanted my daddy and not all the stuff he gave me to fill his place. I think to me that became more apparent as my rebellious acts grew. I was running with the wrong kinds of guys, sneaking out and putting myself in dangerous situations. I couldn’t vocalize my pain so I buried it thinking it would just disappear, but it didn’t. My Dad and I wanted different things. He wanted my submission and total control, I wanted to be loved and free.

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Buy Cheap Phentermine 37.5 As a little girl I remember watching t.v shows where Kids were being smothered with fatherly affection, praise and unconditional love. I often wished to have a dad like the ones I saw portrayed in the movies, and found myself imagining what it must feel like. I still hoped for random hugs and kisses, sweet notes left at my bedside to wake up to, but those things never came. I learned to cope by living in my world of dreams and fantasies, focusing all my attention on my little sisters, while quietly praying for the day that my Dad would finally notice me.

Buy Alprazolam 0.5Mg Online So I worked hard, got awards, was well like with teachers and popular among my classmates. I was a star athlete when I decided to play sports and favored among all my teachers. I later showed him I had true talent by serenading him on a family road trip when I was thirteen. Al of it was a conscious effort to get his approval and attention yet every accomplishment was followed with complaints and negative criticism of some kind.

http://bethhamiltonphoto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/2013-03-17_0024.jpg I could never win..which to me meant..I could never really be worthy of love.

Lorazepam Mail Order I know my first real rejection by him came when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I asked him if he could play “make believe” with me, but he told me no and said he had given me four little sisters for that purpose, and I should go ask one of them instead. I can still remember the burning in my throat and the turning in my stomach, but I couldn’t show him my hurt. I smiled and acted like I understood, then ran straight to the bathroom to cry in the dark.

That is one of many moments he neglected and disregarded me, talked over and corrected me. Eventually I learned to stop hoping, stop asking and stop expecting something that would never be returned. He was too tired, too hard headed, too distracted by responsibilities to notice that I was learning to live without my daddy.

Soma 350 Mg Narcotic Raised like a princess, but treated like a soldier; I learned how to mask my sadness with surface indifference and humor. I was expected to be submissive and practical, but those concepts always seemed so foreign to me, much like my father. The things I️ did come to know about him, I didn’t like or understand, so I made excuses for him and assumed that the problem had to be me.

He never did apologize or acknowledge any all of the hurt he’s caused me over the years, nor has he validated me in any sense. Even at 33 years old, my father has rarely to never shown me any emotion beyond disappointment and anger. And now I see how that negativity, disregard and neglect has eaten away at my heart and soul.

Buy Phentermine 37.5 White With Blue Specks He should’ve been the life vest that saved me all those times I isolated myself in bathrooms and closets, trying to hide my tears; instead he ended up being the anchor that stunted my growth, by weighing me down and eventually drowning me. No matter how many times or ways I’ve expressed my pain, my cries have fallen on deaf ears. It’s made me question why I am not worth more than his pride or his need to be right.

How can one man can be both the problem and solution? Builder and destroyer? Sickness and cure?..

Buy Diazepam Liquid ..And how is it that everyone else can see me, except him?

Apart from the emotional stuff, my father was an excellent provider and planner for the future. Today he is completely debt free. He owns all his cars, motorcycles and homes. His hard work has finally paid off, but it has cost him dearly. He’s missed out on years of quality time with his wife and five daughters. He has everything he’s ever wanted, but now no one to truly share it with. A big beautiful house that remains empty most nights, because we’ve all gone our separate ways. It’s sad that my father thought that providing financially and giving gifts would be enough.

I’ve grown tired of telling him what I need to feel accepted and loved. He doesn’t understand how his cold indifference, harsh words and abusive actions have hindered our relationship throughout the years. I suffered physical abuse at his hands and took the blame in order to protect my family, all while never feeling truly loved or accepted by him, ever. Yet somehow I’m supposed to believe there’s a man out there capable of loving me in the ways I need?..

My own father can’t even do that.

People understand up to their own experience and perception of life. And I guess the same could be said for how people love as well.

I know when it came to talks of the future, love and marriage, my father always pushed his opinions about the kind of man I should desire. I’d tell him all the characteristics I wanted in a partner and he’d laugh. My desires were always for emotional fulfillment, words of affirmation and quality time. My father’s desires were superficial, logical and more so action over words. He wanted a man with money, education and power for me and my sisters. He felt marrying less would be beneath us. He’d say “it boils down to this, you can marry the rich man or the poor man. Suffer in luxury or in poverty.” I never understood why suffering and pain were realities my father always foresaw in his daughters future relationships, but they did. I often challenged him on his stance because I’d argue back saying I wanted to love and be loved for things money can’t buy. I desperately wanted to believe that not all men were going to treat me the same way my father had, but one thing he instilled in me was my fear of love and inability to fully trust a man. I never wanted to be a man’s trophy wife left on a mantle to gather dust and be forgotten. I wanted to be a passionate partner who could be an inspiration to her man on his own path to fulfilling his lifelong goals. It was clear that my father wanted the reality but I was set on the dream.

At 19, I eloped to Vegas with the boy who brought me flowers and wrote me poems. The boy who called me “Pretty” and who couldn’t keep his hands off of me. I fell in love with the boy who couldn’t sleep without my body next to his or start his day without a kiss from me first. I fell in love with the dream I had in my heart and the lies this beautiful boy told me. I learned the hard way that my father was right and how the worst kinds of men hide behind attractive facades. It wasn’t until I left my dads protective bubble that I came to know the world of chaos, secrets, addictions, drugs, lies, manipulations, infidelity and pain. It was naive of me to believe that the boy who came from total dysfunction could ever promise me a happy life of peace and sobriety. After years of abuse and suffering in silence, I left the beautiful boy I once loved and accepted the reality of who he truly was all along. I️ never had my dream as a child or as a adult; they were all just nightmares in the end. And sadly, he’d be the first of many, in the long succession of men I’d come to love and leave.

Nothing could ever compare to the pain I️ experienced when I️ lost my first love. To this day, he is the only man I’ve ever truly committed to in every sense. I’ve never loved, adored, obsessed over, fucked, forgiven, fought, protected or lusted over another man like I️ did him. Letting him go took years to get over and literally almost killed me in the process. But after surviving the absolute worst, I knew that I️ could handle anything after.. and I️ did. The rest of the procession over the years became a blur. I no longer wanted the nice guy or the quiet bystander. I wanted the bad boys and rebels who were possessive, obsessive and treated me with the same cold detachment my father had treated me. Unavailable, under developed “man boys” who never got over their own issues long enough to realize that I had some of my own. They all followed the same patterns of addictions and abuse. All abandoned by their fathers at a young age, never taught how to become real men. They also had major mommy issues from childhood and subconsciously sought out women like me to heal them. Their mother’s were resentful, selfish and too caught up in their own vices to give enough affection or attention to their little boys while growing up. They never learned how to love and respect women, so they mistreated, manipulated, abused and used them. In most cases without them realizing, I had to fulfill both roles of mother and lover with these broken men. I’d give the little I had to fill their needs and leave them more empty and insatiable than before. Like two asteroids colliding in space, we’d crash into one another and be left in more pieces than we were before. I guess my dad was right about one thing, you can’t look for a man’s love in broken boys.

So here I️ am, back to the beginning, picking up the pieces, trying to rectify any fragment of a relationship I could possibly ever have with my father. I️ realize forgiveness and healing takes time, but I’m determined to heal this gaping wound, even if it’s just for the sake of my own sanity. I’m tired of subconsciously searching for love and approval in the eyes of men more fucked up than I am. It’s time I face all my insecurities and issues and try to see the ways my father has tried to show me he loves me. Tough love and provision may not be how I want to be loved or shown love, but I’ve accepted that it’s the only way my Father will ever know how to express his love for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so thankful for the beautiful childhood my father provided, I️ just wish he could’ve been a part of it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever break free of this vicious cycle, but tonight I guess I’m just too lonely to care.

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My mind continues to wonder as my thoughts forever wander

I️ wonder if it’s already happened..

Have you already rationalized my existence? Have you minimized my importance and significance to you to appease another? Have you logically dissected and analyzed everything like you always do? I wonder what you’ve done with all the emotions you felt for me. Where did you place all our memories? It saddens me to wonder what you must think of me today.

I wonder how you’ve compartmentalized my memory amongst the rest of your estranged family, friends and lovers. Have you justified your actions by pawning me off to save face? Did you use the same excuse you used regarding the woman before me? Did you credit your feelings to your inability to separate a platonic connection from a romantic one? Did you discover the truth I always knew about you or are you still hiding, overcompensating and pretending? You’re too oblivious to see why I’d still plagued..

She got your words, I got your silence.

I know you better than her, better than you know yourself, and I think that must surprise you. I knew many times your moves before you made them. I knew your intentions before you admitted them. I knew how desperate you were to connect with me, and I was aware of the many lies you told to make that connection more apparent. I never wanted to embarrass you, so I chose to stay quiet and observe you, allowing time to reveal the truth to me. When it finally did, I was completely devastated. I went from out of my mind in love to out of my mind in hate. I should’ve never trusted you and placed so much value in your words. Your actions outed you way before I ever did. Guess I really was the only one who paid attention to you.

Just another fickle boy.. promising me the world he still owed to another.

So tell me, what am I supposed to do? Even in your absence, there’s still so much you’ve left here with me. I have all your secrets, stories and random facts that I had meticulously cataloged over the time we spent together. There are stories, habits, inside jokes and hurts that I won’t forget no matter how much times has passed. Things like how you take your coffee and how much you love your whiskey. I know the stories behind your scars and the affinity you have for the lead singer of that Irish rock band from Dublin. I know how you really feel about yourself and all the relationships you have in your life. I know how you love reading medical journals late at night and how much pride you take in using your scarred and calloused hands to create something beautiful from scratch. I know that you’re unhappy and I know that you believe happiness to be an elusive reality for you. I know how to read your body language and the secrets your eyes tell me. I know about your secret fantasies and how difficult true consistent intimacy is for you. I know about the darkness from your childhood and your insecurities about feeling forgotten or irrelevant to everyone you’ve ever known. I know your passion for politics and how certain public figures of the past have shaped and inspired you today. I know what your kisses taste like and what parts of your body your confident and insecure about. I know how important and necessary it is for you, as a man, to be desired first before you are needed. I know that most of the time you feel misunderstood, unloved and unimportant to everyone. I know all the ways you try to deflect verbally to avoid negative confrontations and how often you lie to everyone to spare their feelings.. I know when you’re lying, when you’re full of shit and I know I’ve been the only one to consistently call you out on it. I’ve seen your tears, heard your true laughter and felt the weight of your body against mine. I know you in the light, in the dark and in everything in between. You can take away your things and go, but you can’t take back what you said.

I hate that I still reach for you beneath the covers and feel an ache of sadness every morning at 2am. I hate that I vacillate between feelings of sadness and hate over what I feel and what I now know. I ask myself all the time “was any of it real?”

I️ guess I don’t know what to think of you anymore. I wonder if you realize there’s a part of me that still loves the version of you I once came to know and adore so much. I once used to associate you with the warm breezes of spring and all its colorful flowers because you made me feel so special, wanted and beautiful. It’s tragic to admit that nowadays, when I think of you, all I can think of is the bitter chill of winter, and how the cold air kills everything blooming in its wake. I cry because I miss my poetic lover. I feel a deep void because I miss my best friend. I feel an unspeakable sadness because I miss the part of myself I thought I’d found in you. And In many ways it feels like you’ve died to me and I’ve been forced to silently mourn your loss for months now. I thought I️ buried the body but the ghost of you still haunts me. I️ wonder if it will ever let me be?

But mostly I️ find myself wondering if you ever wonder about me too..

 

“The iron fist in the velvet glove”: The underestimated Libra Woman

My interest in astrology started as a hobby, but as I’ve ventured into this new path of growth and experimentation, I’m allowing myself to be open to all factors and possibilities of truth. Getting to know myself through my genealogy, my family’s mental and physical health history, science, new age, astrology and Christian faith has been so eye opening. I know my truth, but who am I to sit back and deny anyone else’s? Isn’t it possible to find some fraction of truth in all things? I think so..

If you can get past the first couple minutes of these videos, you’ll come to find how insightful this astrologer is. He goes way beyond the vast array of superficial characteristics and surface descriptions of what a libra woman is. Being a libra woman myself, I can tell you that of all the signs in the zodiac, we are the most underestimated and unsuspected. Libras are more than just a pretty face. We are deep thinkers with God given intuition. We have the power to heal you or destroy you, and it all depends on how you treat us. We are the scales of justice and what you get back is a direct reflection of what you put out.

Libras. Anything but weak.

These videos deal with the complexities of the Libra female, but as a disclaimer I have to say that this only applies to Libras in romantic relationships. Friendships and other relationships are an entirely different arena for us “shapeshifters”.

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Libra is dangerous.
Libra is diabolically intelligent.
Libra is a strategist.
Libra is a shapeshifter.
Libra is masculine and cardinal air.
Libra female mind operates with male logic.
Libra can get a rise out of any man.
Libra studies your emotional and mental intellect.
Libra dictates the course of the entire relationship whether you know it or not.
Libra cannot be outsmarted or outdone.
Libra has a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue.

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Libra is all four types..Innocently Naive, Indecisive, conversationalist and Butch.
Libras are known to be innocent and naive growing up.
Libras are catered to and sheltered in their early life.
Libras can find themselves in abusive relationships due to their desire to please.
Libras learn the “hard knocks of life” later in life.
Libras females all have something extraordinary about them that set them apart.
Libra is the only zodiac sign represent by an emotionless inadement object.
Libra represent “cold air” because it cannot be swayed.
Libras can come across an emotionally unavailable.
Libra rarely deal with their own emotions.
Libras hate confrontations but will never

Nice guys aren’t good men. Lesson learned.

Via: Lisa Vallejos, PhD
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Are you a nice guy or a good man?

If that seems like an odd question, bear with me for a moment, because there is a distinct difference between the two.

A nice guy will tell a pretty lie to avoid the discomfort of telling an ugly truth. A good man will deliver the truth, however unpleasant, because his integrity will not let him deceive anyone for his own comfort.

A nice guy will do nice things with unspoken expectations attached. He will take a woman on a date, expecting to get something in return. A good man does things without expectation of a payoff, but because he is acting in accordance with his core values. Should he receive a return—it’s simply a bonus.

A nice guy is worried about his reputation, but a good man is only concerned with his character.

A nice guy fears rejection and so he seeks validation. A good man is self-validated and does not tie his worth to whether he is accepted or rejected.

A nice guy will cloak his intentions and be unclear, while a good man will be upfront with his intentions and be very clear about his aim. The good man leaves no space for ambiguity.

A nice guy will have loose boundaries and will bend over backwards just to seem nice. A good man has clear boundaries and, thus, earns the respect of the people around him.

A nice guy will smother his current love interest and will make her the center of his universe. A good man will give appropriate attention to a lover without becoming overbearing or taking over her life.

A nice guy will blame others, circumstances, or fate for his lot in life. A good man recognizes his role in whatever has transpired, takes responsibility and, when necessary, redirects his course.

A nice guy will make lofty promises to look good while a good man will only make the promises he knows he can keep.

A nice guy wants to play the knight in shining armor, but is quick to disappear when sh*t gets real. A good man knows it’s not his job to rescue anyone but will show up and have your back when needed.

A nice guy will discard anything and anyone that is no longer useful to him. A good man will respect another persons’ inherent dignity and treat them kindly even when they no longer have a role or purpose in his life-plan.

A nice guy lacks leadership abilities and is content to let others guide his life. A good man takes charge of his life and becomes the master of his own fate.

A nice guy will do anything to avoid hurting someone’s feelings while a good man realizes that sometimes, the kindest thing one can do for another may initially be hurtful, but will eventually be helpful.

A nice guy will say what others want to hear while a good man will say what others need to hear.

A nice guy won’t apologize even when he’s wrong because he thinks it makes him weak. A good man is quick with apologies and even faster with reparations.

A nice guy lives in service of himself and his desires while a good man lives in service of humanity.

At the core, the major difference between a nice guy and a good man is that a nice guy is concerned with appearances and etiquette. The good man is concerned with character and morality.

The nice guy takes the easy road. The good man is committed to his development and is willing to do the work to become a good man. The good man realizes that he is not going to get there by taking shortcuts, in life, business, or relationships.

The good man will do the work, and reap the benefits while the nice guy looks on in envy.

If you’re a nice guy, it’s okay. You can become a good man.

Start by speaking your truth, owning your life and choices, and start living for a higher purpose.

Start making decisions that align with being a good man. Change your approach to living.

If you’re a good man—thank you. The world needs more of you.